#hello void its me ya boi

[just-an-anon-reader]

Hugs, Gifts and PIZZA

Summary: Donnie hasn’t seen you for two weeks. He needs your hugs. Bad. But little does he know about the surprise in store for him 

P.S. Hello again! Thank you all for the love on my first story! They really inspired me to continue writing! So here’s another Rise!Donnie x GN!Reader. I hope you enjoy. (≧∇≦）

He held his phone with trembling fingers as excitement coursed through his veins. It was the weekend, finally. And he was gonna ask you out, again. It’s been almost two weeks since you’ve done something remotely romantic. Especially with you running off with your best friend, April O’Neil, every chance you got recently. And after two weeks of no hangouts or hugs from you, Donatello had a date plan. And it was going to be perfect, his calculations said so. All that was left was for you to say yes. So, with a shaky finger, he dialed up your number.

Ring...ring...ring...

“Hey, Dee!”

The sweet sound of your voice was enough to warm his cold-blooded body. He really did miss you. But of course, he’d have to die first before admitting that to anyone, especially Leo.

“Salutations my darling dearest, as it is soon to be the weekend, would you happen to be free tomorrow?”

“Oh Dee, I’m so sorry. I already got plans with April this weekend.”

To say that Donnie wasn’t disappointed would be a lie. But he couldn’t just tell you that! He can't just say that he was in desperate need of your hugs! He had a bad boy image to maintain.

“Oh! I...I see. Some other time then.” “Definitely! Oh, April’s here. I gotta go. Love ya Dee!”

With that, the call ended. He slumped down and sighed in defeat. Were you avoiding him? Or was April just much more fun to be with? Sure he was known to go on a tangent when it came to his tech, but you didn’t seem to mind. You even said it was part of his charm once.

“Oof what’s with the long face? I’m guessing it was a no, huh?”

Donnie could only nod his head in reply as Mikey squatted down next to him. Sensing his older brother’s distress, Mikey switched to Doctor Feelings.

“Awh Donnie it’s alright. I’m sure they’re just busy. Trust me, the moment they’re free they’ll come rushing into your arms.”

The purple-clad turtle gave his brother a look.  The “really?” look. Mikey could only manage an awkward chortle to Donnie’s reaction to his failed attempt at comforting him. There was only one thing, other than you, that could stop his brother from moping.

“Come on Donnie, let's go watch Leo fail at a 14/40.”

“That does sound tempting."

With a sigh and a grunt, Donnie and Mikey made their way toward the living room to challenge Leo to do a 14/40. Just to watch him land on his face with a bowl of popcorn at their side.

Somewhere in New York...

“April! It's done!!”

The pigtailed brunette came bounding towards you and skidded to a halt as her eyes landed on the glimmering item in front of you. She grinned. Almost maniacally.

“You’ve done it! It’s beautiful...It’s time to put the plan in action.”

“Agreed...”

A few days later...

Donnie, after a thirty-eight-hour tech binge and a three-hour nap, stepped into the lair’s living room to find it void of his dummy-dumb brothers. Suspicious. Even more so when he found his father’s glutei maximi not parked on its usual spot in front of the projector. This is most suspect indeed.

“I haven’t had my morning dose of caffeine. So whatever prank this may be better be AFTER I get my cup in.”

His voice echoed through the empty lair as it bounced against its walls. With a huff, he groggily made his way to the kitchen. Which, definitely was not suspicious, was caked in pitch blackness. Donnie groaned. Was a peaceful caffeinated morning too hard to ask for? Feeling around the darkness with hands outstretched, he felt the switch and flicked it on.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONNIE!”

That girlish scream you heard? It wasn’t from Donnie, no of course not. Must’ve been Leo.

“Hey, Dee! Happy birthday!”

Your present wrapped in purple paper with a cute violet ribbon in hand, you smiled and lifted your arms towards him. Silently asking for a hug. You’re lucky he loves you. And that he DESPERATELY needed your hugs.  

“Come on, bring it in.”

Giddily, you wrap your arms around him. Cheek against his plastron as you give him a gentle squeeze which he reciprocates.

“Ugh come on! Don’t get mushy-wushy in front of the pizza!”

Leo grumbled, making choking sounds as if to make a point.

“Don’t mind the lovebirds fellas cuz it’s gift-giving time!”

Mikey was the first to give his. From somewhere behind him, he pulls a well-made wooden bust sculpture of Donnie. The likeness to its life model was uncanny. Second was Raph, with his Jupiter Jim plush toy. The newest bunk buddy. Next was April, with a new library card from her school. The premium kind. Then Splinter. Though he didn’t exactly have a gift. He just patted Donnie on the head. But man was this purple-clad turtle ECSTATIC. Last but not the least, was you.

“So...mine might not be as great as theirs, but I hope you like it.”

Pulling out the purple box from behind you, you gently place it in his hands. Carefully untying the bow, the box opens to reveal a beautiful, handmade purple satin jacket. On the back, embroidered in cursive were the words “Othello Von Ryan” along with his trademark.

“Did you make this?”

“I’m sorry for missing out on date nights. I had to ask April with the sewing.”

Only then did he notice the band-aids that littered your hands. There were too many for his liking. With a frown, Donnie slips on his new jacket and takes both your hands. Softly, he pressed a kiss on each palm. You giggled. A blush rising from the base of your neck to the tips of your ears.

“Ugh! Stop being a simp already!!”

“Scoff! I am NOT a simp. Also...why are you suspiciously nice today?”

“Hey! I’m always nice. And besides, call it, my birthday gift. From one twin to another.”

How suspect. Noticing you fidgeting from the corner of his eye, he gave you the look. The “I know you know something” look.

“So...you know how since you’re twins you both have to share birthdays? And how you get pranked every year? So I sorta...” “You didn’t” “I did” “What did it cost?” ... “Hegetstoeatasliceoutofyourshareofthepizzaforayear” ... “HE GETS WHAT?!!!! YOU SAID YES TO THAT??” “I love you?”

[excavatinglizard]

✨ Hello all it is that time once again!! ✨

Do you like queer sci-fi and fantasy? Do you see the same books recommended everywhere? After a year I’m back with a collection of strange and sometimes dark books that you may have heard of, but I hope I’ve found a few you haven’t! I’m just chucking these into the void so if you enjoy these recs or have read any, let me know!

Meet Us by the Roaring Sea, Akil Kumarasamy

Honeycomb, Joanne M Harris

Hot Head, Simon Ings

Are You Listening, Tillie Walden

Hell Followed With Us, Andrew Joseph White

Enigma, Peter Milligan and Duncan Fegredo

Ninefox Gambit, Yoon Ha Lee

Salt Slow, Julia Armfield

Never Have I Ever, Isabel Yap

All the Hometowns You Can’t Stay Away From, Izzy Wasserstein

I’ll put the full descriptions below the cut, but as always I’d love to hear if you have any more recommendations!

Meet Us by the Roaring Sea, by Akil Kurasamy

Meet Us by the Roaring Sea by Akil Kumarasamy was one of the strangest books I’ve read this year, but also one of my favourites by far. This is a story within a story, following both the near-future second-person narration of a woman training an AI while grieving her mother, and the lives of a group of Tamil medical students. This is a story about grief and the sensationalization of war and the things we do to live each day—but at its heart, it’s a story about women who love each other in whatever way they can. This book has some of the most gorgeous prose I’ve encountered in a long time, and it’s strange and meandering and contemplative.

Honeycomb, by Joanne M. Harris

Honeycomb by Joanne M. Harris follows the well-trodden path of fairy stories—a child swapped, a woman seeing what she was never meant to and being blinded for it—and slowly expands into an intricate web of stories and characters. Worlds within worlds within stories make up this book, and the illustrations by Charles Vess bring everything to life. The characters in these stories feel ancient in a way I can’t explain, and if you enjoyed the Starless Sea you’ll almost certainly enjoy this.

Are You Listening, by Tillie Walden

Are You listening is a book that I’ve picked up over and over again—it’s a graphic novel which I can finish in one sitting, and each time I have to sit and think and just feel afterwards. This is a story of a girl who’s run away from home, and who encounters another woman heading on her own way. What started as an escape becomes a road trip across Texas full of cats and shifting roads and tiny quiet moments. Strange and dreamlike at times, this book manages to make me cry over each character and their individual stories every time.

Tw for references to SA

Hell Followed With Us

Hell Followed With Us is one of those books that I didn’t realize how hard it was hitting me until I finished and couldn’t function for two hours. This book follows a young man in a world plagued by a disease that makes mindless monsters out of its victims—only he’s been infected by the church he was raised under, and he’s slowly turning into something much worse. Benji tries to escape, but his past isn’t ready to let him go just yet and the infection is only getting worse. The author describes this book as beginning as a ‘fit of rage’, which is truly the only way to describe it. While this is technically a YA book, beware of body horror, transphobia, religious extremism and disease. Somehow this book managed to look inside me and see so many things I’d never been able to put into words, all bundled up in a mass of viscera and grieving boys.

Enigma, by Peter Milligan

I discovered this comic through a newsletter from Charlie Jane Anders, and then proceeded to absolutely lose my mind over it and have to tell everyone I know about it. Enigma is a story about a man stuck in a dead-end job and a dead-end relationship, who suddenly finds that the characters of his favourite childhood superhero comic have come to life. The art style is gorgeous though it changes throughout the book, and Enigma swerves between a vast and bizarre story of gods in wells and far too many lizards, to incredibly intimate moments and interesting characters. Be prepared for body horror and a constant general sense of unease.

Ninefox Gambit, by Yoon Ha Lee

If last year was giving in to reading Gideon, this was my year of going insane over Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee (this is sadly the only space opera on this year’s list). Ninefox Gambit has everything I love in science fiction—casually queer characters, intricate universes, strange definitions of self and TRAUMA. Someone please get these two some therapy. When a major position of power is attacked, Kel Cheris finds herself with a promotion to general and the disgraced strategist who massacred his crew inside her head. The thing that stands out to me about Yoon Ha Lee’s work is his characterizations—even the most minor character has quirks to make them feel like a person, which is only stronger in the main characters.

Salt Slow, by Julia Armfield

Saltslow is the first of three anthologies on this list, and it’s the debut collection by Julia Armfield (who wrote Our Wives Under the Sea. For an idea of what you’re getting into). Following the trend of strange and a little dark this year, a lot of these stories border on horror and explore experiences like losing your ability to sleep, shape shifting through puberty and being a roadie to a band that leaves mass violence in its wake. While Our Wives Under the Sea will definitely stay my favourite Julia Armfield book, Saltslow managed to pack a whole lot into such short stories full of queer women and trans feels.

Never Have I Ever, by Isabel Yap

I picked up Never Have I Ever on a whim and I’m so glad I did, since it definitely ranked in my top anthologies of the year. Never Have I Ever is a collection of short stories, often centered around Filipino and Japanese folk lore (although there is one story about a wizard in San Francisco making a love potion, what of it). This collection ranges from funny to sad and explores Filipino culture, the anti-drug campaigns and the horror that is growing up. Often short stories feel unfinished but every part of this collection felt well thought out and polished, plus the cover is gorgeous.

All the Hometowns you Can’t Stay Away From, by Izzy Wasserstein

The final anthology, All The Hometowns You Can’t Stay Away From is mostly sci-fi with a handful of fantasy-leaning stories, though whatever technology there may be takes a back-seat to the characters who stood out as the heart of each piece. Unplaces, a story set up as a researcher’s notes in the margins of an atlas, desperately trying to make the world a better place in whatever way she can, and Everything the Sea Takes, It Returns—a story about living after the end of the world—were the two that really stuck with me. The writing here is perhaps more straightforward than some other entires on the list, but each story is a perfect little piece of character and emotions which truly make an excellent anthology.

Anyway, that’s this year’s list! Go forth and read more strange queer books, and support your local libraries!

[cathumanthing2]

Roseblings Chatfic AU Chapter 10 Q&A

magic bitches

9:13 am

father: I'm only saying this for foreshadowing purposes, but I met the person who threw us all into this mess today. Apparently it wasn't really them, but some version of them created for the sole purpose of "fucking with us". Either way, they seemed nice, but were also scarily bent on "traumatizing my poor blorbos" so I do not know what is going on with them.

tech wizard: on THAT terrifying note, good morning bitchesss

glitter starboy: Pix are you some sort of eldrich being or something who is able to talk to the fucking CREATOR???

father: Shoot, that wasn't in the script, wait a second while I consult Cat.

buff buff farmer: It's too early for you to be joking about this stuff Pix

father: I promise you, I am not joking.

CatHumanThing joined the groupchat

CatHumanThing: henlo motherfuckers prepare for suffering >:3

tech wizard: WHAT THE FUCK

buff buff farmer: holy shit who tf are you

glitter starboy: How tf did this thing join-

actual wizard: I'm gonna go, I dont have the energy for this rn

father: Why hello, I would ask where you came from, had I not already known that your response would simply be a vague sentence and nothing more.

CatHumanThing: And the only semi-reasonable person here is RIGHT! All yall need to know is im here to ask yall questions 

fungi fungus gnome: ominous

CatHumanThing: OKAYYY first up, from ArchAngelAthena, for gem: STOP TRYING TO BE STRONG ALL THE DAMN TIME!!! Your only hurting urself, and ur brother! And if it continues then ur brother will cry, & if he cry’s then i cry & it’ll be a bad day for everyone! Stop thinking u have to do everything right now! U have —only god knows how long— time ahead of u, relax, take a chill pill, spend some time with friends and family, eventually u won’t have the time to do so… so take the chance while u still have it… ur parents we’re assholes, & did many illegal things, but don’t let what they did change how u live ur life… we —ur brother, ur friends, the ones who watch all this— love u, & we don’t want u hurting urself, ok? Take care of urself, see ya soon!

actual wizard: A. That wasnt a question B. how did you know about all of this, are you stalking me?? C. I'll try but I have wayy too many things to get done

tech wizard: Gem, it's summer.

actual wizard: So?

CatHumanThing: Gem.

actual wizard: I'll try.

CatHumanThing: Good enough. Next question, from Ravenpuff99, to everyone: What are your pronouns, gender, and sexuality, also favourite flower and animal :)

tech wizard: I use he/they pronouns, im transmasc, and pan, also i like wither roses and salmon 

actual wizard: She/they, demigirl, and bi with a preference for women, and wither roses and cats

scary fish lady: I use she/her and most neos, I'm a girl, and im bi with no preference, i like water lilies and axolotls

short pottery man: heyyy i use he/him, male, demisexual, and my favorite flowers are blossoming azaleas and my favorite animals are donkeys specifically named jeramy

scary fish lady: joel istg stop it with your weird cult-

short pottery man: ITS NOT A CULT ITS A RELIGION

glitter starboy: Ignoring that, i use he/him, transmasc, gay and poly, and i like poppies and snowy owls

jungle bitch: He/him, male, gay, and I like most jungle plants and nether plants, and my favorite animals are tigers

jungle bitch: And Xorny says xe uses they/he/it/xe/void pronouns and are nonbinary, and are gay. They like nether mushrooms and cats

fungi fungus gnome: she/they/shroom, demigirl, ace sapphic, mushrooms, and wolves!

plant flower faerie: She/they, girl, grayasexual demiromantic sapphic, ALL flowers are AMAZING and i love them all equally, and i really love cats or bees, they're both so cute!

father: I use he/they pronouns, identify as male and omnisexual with a preference towards men, and I don't have a particular animal I like most.

buff buff farmer: I use she/her, im a girl, im aroace, and i like sunflowers and ducks

blood sheep man: I use he/him, im a boy, im bi with a preference towards men, and i like wither roses and blood sheep

pathetic fish man: he/they, demiboy, asexual biromantic polyam, i like cornflowers and cod

CatHumanThing: OKAYYY that took forever!!! Anyways, next question is from Ravenpuff99 again, for everyone: When's the last time you did self care? This is your reminder that we love you, and to go eat/drink/sleep/take meds/shower if you need to or haven't recently. Self care is important!! We will all cry if you don't take care of yourself (this is a threat) <333

father: For the sake of time, I will tell you that the only ones here who regularly get a good nights' sleep are Jimmy, Pearl, and I.

CatHumanThing: Next one, from teslapenguini! Everyone other than shrub n katherine, how long have yall been watching those two completely fail to realise their feelings and how close are you to just directly spelling it out to them?

buff buff farmer: Istg, its taking forever. Ever sincem iddle school theyve been dancing around each other. I just. Im THIS close to telling them directly

father: They are frustratingly oblivious, and have been since around the 8th grade, to the best of my memory.

glitter starboy: It's a wonder i didnt add katherine to the simp chat earlier. The amount of "oh they're so cute i wonder why" i have to tolerate. And shrubs even worse.

plant flower faerie: shrub do you have any idea wtf they re all talking about

fungi fungus gnome: a little but i refuse to accept it

glitter starboy: its getting worse. Shes oblivious by choice now

jungle bitch: ok actually i'll say it right now: guys just kiss already

plant flower faerie: whos he talking to

fungi fungus gnome: i know but i wont tell you

scary fish lady: even jimmy isnt this oblivious i swear-

actual wizard: They are so obliviously agonizingly gay for each other and have been since around the 7-8th grade that at this point i try my best to ignore it

plant flower faerie: im starting to catch on but i refuse to believe it

fungi fungus gnome: same

glitter starboy: Katherine, shrub, besties, guys, just…. Its… its getting so agonizingly painful. Just. yeah. 

CatHumanThing: Okayy from Crystal, to everyone, do you guys have stuffed animals? If so, what are their names and what are they of?

scary fish lady: Two axolotls named sir strawberry and lady marcelline

pathetic fish man: One unnamed cod plush that norman absolutely loves

short pottery man: stuffed animals are for losers

scary fish lady: he has a donkey named jeramy that he based an entire religion off of in elementary to middle school

short pottery man: THESE ARE FALSE CLAIMs

actual wizard: a dragon plush named violet that gandalf loves!

fungi fungus gnome: A cat named star

jungle bitch: I never had any because my raptors tear them up all the time

tech wizard: YOU HAVE RAPTORS?????

jungle bitch: Yep! [Raptors.image.png] (it's of a raptor curled up asleep in Joey's lap)

fungi fungus gnome: that. is. adorable.

plant flower faerie: I have a bunch of bee plushes!

glitter starboy: I have a bunch of snowy owl plushes and they all have names, theres too many to fit here though

tech wizard: A salmon plush

father: I have a copper car I named David, does that count?

blood sheep man: I got Bubbles a dog plush to keep her company

buff buff farmer: i have many ducks

CatHumanThing: AnnulledGoat asked Shrub: What's your favorite mushroom, also do you like mooshrooms?

fungi fungus gnome: I really like the fly agaric, it's really pretty, PLUS it gets you high! Also YES THEY ARE SO CUTE-

glitter starboy: mushrooms that get you high >>>>>> normal mushrooms

tech wizard: fr

father: You guys are not allowed to get high.

tech wizard: you're no fun

CatHumanThing: I have a paraphrased thing that my bestie/beta-reader-i-cant-contact-rn Cedar said once, for Shrub: shrub is my fav since shes short 

fungi fungus gnome: aww thx! Yaknow, there really needs to be more positivity about beign short

plant flower faerie: Shrub doesnt have to be short to be anyones favorite, they're just like that :) 

fungi fungus gnome: thx bestie!

glitter starboy: yknow what im just gonna tell them

CatHumanThing: Oh, scott, you cant do that for plot reasons. I will physically restrain you and take away your plot-relevancy for 5 whole chapters :D /srs /threat

glitter starboy: ok, you're terrifying, duly noted

CatHumanThing: Next! From crimston7, to everyone, including me: what’s your favourite book? And if you don’t really read then what’s your favourite game? 

CatHumanThing: I used to be obsessed with warriors

fungi fungus gnome: I have a book about mushrooms that I have memorized if that counts

actual wizard: Its really hard to choose a favorite book, but i have a book about magic that i absolutely adore

tech wizard: annoying gem to the point of insanity

blood sheep man:  a book on blood magic and summoning demons! :D 

jungle bitch: the same book that Sausage likes because it got me Xorny

glitter starboy: ew. anyways, the book on the clash of the great stags because i like the story , and i feel connected to it for some reason

plant flower faerie: A book on gardening!

scary fish lady: It's hard to choose a single book, so ill just say the game: marco polo

short pottery man: a book i wrote on jeramyism

pathetic fish man: I had a bit of a warriors phase a bit ago, i liked the ones that had a focus on riverclan

buff buff farmer: Books are cool, but I dont really have a favorite

father: A book on prophecy.

CatHumanThing: Woo! Now, for Katherine, from blxegrxpe, what is your opinion on all your friends? Answer honestly

plant flower faerie: Scott is cool, he's my bestie, shrub is really cute and kind and funny and awesome and i love talking to her and i think about them a lot :D, lizzie kinda scares me but shes also really cool, gem is smart and clever but really needs to take care of herself, fWhip scares me a little, so does sausage, joey is cool but istg he simps for a literal DEMON/ELF/IDK, i dont know joel that well but he seems cool, jimmy is really kind, pix is 100% one of the only sane people here, which is concerning because he seems mildly insane/lh, and pearl is realljy strong and cool

fungi fungus gnome: wow, thanks :D 

plant flower faerie: it's true, you're awesome shrub!

buff buff farmer: okay they're TRYING to be frustrating at this point.

CatHumanThing: LAAAST QUESTION!!!: for fWhip, from blxegrxpe, why do you like inventing so much?

tech wizard: Its fun, i get to unleash monstrosities on the world, and i can make cool stuff

actual wizard: he also likes it because he can create chaos

tech wizard: yup :) 

CatHumanThing: I have now thoroughly questioned you, and i will leave with a single statement: beware of pixlriffs, yall are driving him insane with your lack of sleep

CatHumanThing: ADIOS MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSS!!!!

CatHumanThing left the groupchat

tech wizard: what the fuck just happened

mushrooms and plants belong together :D

10:28 am

Shub :D: so katherine uh do you understand a bit about what they were yelling at us about in the chat

Kath <3: A bit, i dont wanna believe it though, i just found out something about myself a few days ago so..

Shub :D: Same, but uh

Shub :D: Since its making them kinda frustrated and it pains them to watch

Shub :D: why dont we amp up our obliviousness and put a bit more of an oblivious front just to mess with them

Kath <3: That doesnt seem very nice but it also seems like it would be funny…

Kath <3: Yes

Kath <3: But before we do that, i think i should tell you something

Kath <3: You're really pretty and nice and cool and cute and i think i have a crush on you

Shub :D: I like you too :) 

Kath <3: So i guess them being upset at us did what it was intended to do haha

Shub :D: It really did, but they dont know that yet and so we can mess with them

Kath <3: How much are you willing to bet they dont find out their yelling worked until like 6 months into the future?

Shub :D: at least $20

Kath <3: So does this mean we're dating?

Shub :D: I guess Kath <3: woo!

[hoodiehydra]

I posted 148 times in 2022

That's 148 more posts than 2021!

34 posts created (23%)

114 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lightgriffinsect

@taterswithranch

@imjustusingthistolikeartists

@jinxic

@badsciencejokes

I tagged 91 of my posts in 2022

Only 39% of my posts had no tags

#hydrawriter - 11 posts

#fnf agoti - 9 posts

#fnf tabi - 8 posts

#fnf - 6 posts

#fnf aldryx - 5 posts

#digital drawing - 5 posts

#fnf selever - 4 posts

#fnf ruv - 3 posts

#fnf void - 3 posts

#random thoughts at 1am - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 113 characters

#im not gonna lie i would think its either where agoti was trapped or the nothing world where selever was stuck in

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

It’s 1am rn and I was just thinking about Selever / Rasazy’s and Aldryx / Agoti’s sibling dynamics and how much both my and my little sister can actually relate to them.

I have somehow taken on both Selever’s and Aldryx’s sibling personalities and my sister is basically Rasazy (but she does act like Agoti sometimes).

Why do I love this so much wtf

7 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

#4

Hi 🦊anon. Can you write a Selever x reader? For fluff? Thx

I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED FROM THE PITS OF HELL- ok I know hell is a “bad” word but it’s a place.

I suggest you don’t read this one if you can’t handle strong language. Because as fine as our lovely demon boy is here, he does curse a lot, or at least that’s what I headcannon him to be.

Also why is he so fucking tall bro- like 7 FEET? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN EATING SIR

That was very off topic.

Selever x reader

Fluff/ Romance

Warnings: inappropriate language and (maybe) subtle dirty jokes (… I will figure it out along the way) also maybe incorrect quotes

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You’re sprawled out on the couch, lying on Selever. How did we even get here in the first place?

Let me rewind.

Chaotic boyfriend and his chaotic significant other = absolute chaos.

So now the both of you are watching a horror movie, in the evening, and the show was pretty crappy, actually. Cliche story, cliche characters and this would be your average dose of horror. Boring.

Well, someone had to do something about this situation, because neither of you were having it.

“Well, as top in this relationship-” Selever started.

“I can’t believe you’re playing rank with me right now.” You interrupted.

“*Ahem* As I was saying, as TOP in this relationship, I say we go for a drive.”

It was an interesting proposal, since he would usually be more up for round of rap battling instead of this.

You didn’t hesitate, despite this not being his usual behaviour.

You both climbed into the car and drove off, to who knows where. The both of you were jamming to the radio, then putting on your personal playlists when the music got boring and didn’t fit the car’s vibes.

Selever was grinning like an idiot, well, he is one, while you were singing your heart out the entire time.

Quality bonding time.

You couldn’t be happier, just being with him and driving aimlessly through the city’s night lights. It was a beautiful moment. However, as beautiful as this moment was, you couldn’t help but question why he was being this romantic.

“Hey Sel?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you being romantic all of a sudden? I mean, I really like it, but uh- what’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t a demon guy spend some time with the person he loves?”

While saying that, he shot you a smile. Not his usual cocky smile, but a loving one. It sent heat rushing through your cheeks as you stared at him, since he rarely smiled like that towards you.

“Easy there shithead, you look like you’re gonna fucking blow up.” Way to ruin the moment.

You breathed in and cooled down while staring out the window.

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8 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

#3

Hello! 🦊anon. Can you write a fnf (Friday night funkin) agoti xreader? For fluff please？thx.

Perfect! I’ve recently been thinking of a good prompt for this and I HAVE FOUND IT! Hooray!

Also, greetings, fox anon. Nice to see ya again.

One “Exhausted but excited”, coming up!

Prompt: Work’s tiring for the both of you, but your digidevil boyfriend is here to make it better!

Warnings: none in general, a bit of a sharp tongue here and there (PUN NOT INTENDED) but overall PG :D

Romantic fluff, enjoy!

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“Mph…” you said nothing, groaning as you stepped into the door of you and AGOTI’s shared apartment. The sweet feeling of home soon warmed yourself up as you finally relaxed into the familiar walls of your home. (Side note: my class is insane asf and we call our class walls “Wallace”. The wall is now a he and is our class mascot. 70% of the boys simp for Wallace and we worship him as our god. ALL HAIL WALLACE- more Wallace updates to come)

The feeling was soothing, and all the immense stress and tension from work today soon faded away as your digidevil of a boyfriend soon came into view. You smiled softly, energy drastically drained as you slumped onto the couch, where he joined you and pulled you into his lap.

“Babe, you good?” He gently asked.

“Been worse.” A blunt mumble flew out of your mouth.

He sighed and massaged your scalp, you relaxed in his touch and sighed in satisfaction.

“Hm…” You groaned, as he stopped petting you and took the remote. You frowned mildly, but was too tired to complain and you silently waited. He soon went back to you, massaging your scalp again and F/M (favourite movie. What’s your favourite movie? Mine is either HTTYD or Venom. VENOM IS NOT BECAUSE OF AGOTI I SWEAR) was playing in the background. It was really relaxing, just a soft, quiet moment, just the two of you.

“C’mon, I bought pizza for dinner. You’re not cooking, and I can’t cook for shit unless you want the house to burn down.” He joked.

… nice way to ruin the moment.

You complained, but was dragged from the couch. At least it was pizza, it was worth getting up for. You both chewed on your pizzas in silence, occasionally sending each other memes from the internet, so dinner wouldn’t be too boring.

“How was your day?” AGOTI broke the silence.

“Tiring. Managing a retail shop may be a small job, but it can still be exhausting.” You replied.

“Yeah, but you’re great at your job! I have no idea how you handle it.” AGOTI cheered you on.

He was always very supportive, always behind you and comforting you when things got tough. 2 years of being together and you couldn’t imagine your life without him.

“I guess I am. Work is just getting more busy and I can’t handle it sometimes.” You thought out loud.

“And I’m here for you. You know that.” He smiled warmly.

Soft moments with AGOTI weren’t rare, but it’s not common either. It’s a really special thing.

You smiled warmly at his words, finally feeling happy with yourself. You stood up and hugged him, whispering thanks. He reciprocated the hug, warmth engulfing the both of you.

Yeah, life wasn’t always the smoothest, but needless to say, an exhausted you and a relaxing evening only made you more excited for your future with your boyfriend.

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This was requested a while ago, sorry!

Got this idea a few days ago and this is the end product. I’m not very proud of it. The ending was abrupt and the “excited” part wasn’t mentioned much. No idea if snek will see this but- meh.

11 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

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Hi🐷anon Can u pls write a Kiawe from Pokémon sun and moon xreader?

Hello 🐷 anon! Yeah, no problem, I can do that. Romance, basically. Right?

Let's start with the story.

PROMPT: Just you and Kiawe being fluffy :>

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"I'm so fluffing bored!" you complained, sprawled out on your bed. Who were you talking to? No one, if we were going to be honest. It was just an average day, just going to the school, hanging out with your friends and then going back home. Boringggggggg.

No, see. Here's the thing about today. NO ONE. AND I MEAN, NO ONE. was free today. AND IT'S ONLY 3 PM!

By now, you would have rang Lillie to maybe play with Snowy or y/s/p (your starter pokémon) or maybe join Mallow in cooking some new dish. At some point, Hau or Gladion battling with you wouldn’t sound like a bad idea to pass the time. Maybe even Lana, or Ash could have asked you to hang out and hell, you would have said yes in a heartbeat.

Honestly, why wouldn't you say yes.

And you were so bored, super bored. Honestly, at this point you would have screamed into a pillow to pass the time. ACTUALLY, YOU COULD DO THAT YEAH WHERES THE PILLOW-

Knock knock

And who could that be? You checked your phone. You had no arrangements or plans, and it was currently 3:30. Who could it be to save you from your boredom?

You were gingerly walking down the stairs of your home, afraid of what? I have no idea. This place was safe. Safe. Totally safe.

You quietly opened the door, the door creaking just a little. Yeah, you were expecting maybe Sophocles to take you to who knows where, just for science reasons.

Not this.

Your face was just pure shock, or surprise. You didn’t expect it at least, no. You would have never thought this would have happened. Throat dry, you asked, “What are you doing here, Kiawe?”

The tanner boy had his usual smile on his face along with a hint of pink dusted on his cheeks. You could have died right then and there. So, not only were you in your home clothing, looking like a basic, boring person, but your crush was the one who witnessed it. Not to mention, he was looking really cute.

“I was wondering if you would like to have a pokémon battle with me? Y’know, for training.” Kiawe replied, hope lacing his tone.

You, of course, instantly agreed. Two reasons: boredom, and because who would give up their chance to spend time with their crush?

After you agreed, Kiawe dragged you out of your house, not giving you any time to change. As much as you wanted to look a little nicer at least, the boy was already pulling you out the door by the hand and brought you to a nearby battlefield.

After reaching the field, neither of you wasted any time and brought out your pokémon. The battle didn’t last long, but it was very intense, and entertaining. It eventually resulted in a draw, and while you shook hands, you could only mumble a small “Thank you for the battle”. It’s not that you were disappointed that you didn’t win, well, maybe a little, but- yeah you were just disappointed that you didn’t win. You were also feeling a bit embarrassed that you had lost to him.

Kiawe noticed the change in tone, and asked, “Hey, Y/N, why are you always mumbling around me? Do you not like me?”

Those words shocked you. How could he say that? Who wouldn’t like him?

You shook your head immediately, saying, “No! How could you even think that? Who wouldn’t like you?” At this point, you were so taken aback by his words, that you couldn’t stop yourself before you went too far.

“Kiawe, you don’t understand. I really like you, more than a friend, and I was just feeling nervous around you, and-” you stopped yourself. You had said way too much by now, you didn’t want to mess anything up even more. You shook your head, and quickly added on, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened to me, let’s forget this ever happened.”

Kiawe was… surprised. He looked in confusion, and asked, “Why would I want to forget this? It’s not all the time where your crush would confess to you like that.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. In that moment, you hugged him. You could have cried, screamed in happiness, but you held it in. You were very happy that day, and spent the rest of the day with your crush, who you now knew liked you back.

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Whoa! First request: done.

I’m actually pretty proud of this, even though he’s not someone I simp for, but yeah.

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16 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

For the ask game:

💔 An angsty headcanon for Selever

👗 A headcanon about Aldryx's clothes

Ooooo

For Selever, I think he would be in a sort of depression stage when he was in the nothing world, but it’s not that heavy. Since he is trapped in a space of literal nothingness, he has no one else to talk to besides his sister, and he lacks friends and social interaction, which will probably make him more gloomy over time.

Aldryx would have a lot of choices and a huge variety in his clothes. I think he would wear dresses sometimes because he can (also because I saw fanart of him wearing dresses when he was younger and HE WOULD WEAR THAT) also he would wear tank tops and those that show more skin at home, and wear jeans and leather jackets outside.

Maybe.

32 notes - Posted December 7, 2022

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Night With A Centipede

Decided to write this out using a friend’s guard OC, Scotch, and my boy Faraday.

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“Alright! Match adjourned, companions! To the showers with thee! We shall continue training on the ‘morrow.”

Just like that, training was done for the day and so Scotch and Red were sent out to the showers to clean up and relax until their next shift.

“Y’know I was close on that last duel. You’re just lucky they flagged us.” Red chuckled, taking off his armor. Scotch huffed in response, tucking away his helmet in his locker.

“Oh shut up! I’ll still kick your ass tomorrow and you know it.” Scotch growled, a small smirk creeping onto his face. 

The two cleaned themselves up and got ready to head back to their dormitories, chatting the whole way. 

“Alright. See ya in the mornin’!” Scotch called before splitting off to head to his room. Red waved him off as the yellow guard disappeared down a corner. “Man I’m hungry…probably should’ve eaten a bit more at dinner, I guess.”

Something seemed to follow Scotch as he proceeded. He couldn’t place what it was and no matter how many times he looked behind or around himself, no one was there. Probably his imagination, he tried to reason with himself.

Something snaked its way around his ankle and tugged hard downwards. Rather than trip or collide with the tile floor, however, Scotch noticed the floor giving way beneath him like an odd pool of sand. 

“What the fuck?!” He struggled at the force pulling him deeper and tried to grab hold of the floor in a desperate attempt to stay above ground. “HELP!! SOMEONE GET ME OUT! HELP—Grbk!” With hardly a ripple to leave behind, the yellow guard was pulled down below the floor into a vast and empty black.

——

When Scotch opened his eyes again, it was to an empty black void. There were no stars, no lights, just a vastness that went on seemingly forever. He floated here but it felt more like he was swimming in a sea made of gelatin. There was enough pushback to suspend him but it was thin enough to let him simply glide through it. 

“Hello? Is anyone there? Where am I?” Scotch asked the void. Nothing spoke back, of course. “Hello?” 

A ripple passed through the void, signalling the movement of something. Something large that lurked within the emptiness was stirring. Brilliant orange eyes glistened in the darkness before rising higher and higher, hovering high above Scotch. Their owner melted out from the darkness and they certainly didn’t look like a Nevadan of any shape or form. 

The being had sickly pale skin with mint green hair that was styled like someone of high esteem. The upper half of their face was perpetually shrouded in darkness that four orange eyes glittered from. Their face split in a white and pearly grin.

This massive being was dressed in a vibrant purple suit that seemed to flow on and on in segment after segment like an insect. The main issue was that they possessed not just two arms but six… no… more. More and more like the legs of a centipede that vanished into the black like the lengths of their long serpentine body.

“Hello there my little friend~!” The being hummed happily. “Sorry about the little snag but you must understand, I couldn’t help myself. Now, what is your name, darling?” He curled his body around Scotch, surrounding him but not grabbing him. 

“I-I’m Scotch, mighty yellow guard of Nexus Core!” The guard exclaimed, his face burning with a blush. “Who art thou?” 

“Ohhh I love that accent~! It’s so lovely.” The being chuckled, laying himself down with his chin resting on his hands. “I am Faraday~! I know you must be terribly confused as to why you’re here but I wouldn’t concern yourself too much about that.” 

“Faraday. Right. Why hast thou brought me here—“ Scotch was cut off by the growling of his own stomach. This made Faraday smirk mischievously which caused the guard’s face to become even more red. “Sh-Shut up.” 

“Seems someone is a little hungry~. Now I couldn’t let my darling guest starve!” With a wave of his hand, a table with countless food spawned from the darkness. Gently taking Scotch by the back of his shirt, Faraday set him into a chair at the end of the table. The guard looked up at the being hesitantly. “Go on! There’s plenty for you. Enjoy yourself~!” 

As suspicious as he was, Scotch figured this was some sort of weird dream that he’d been plopped into. With a bit of reluctance, the guard simply took a couple bites from the chicken in front of him as well as finished a bowl of soup. It filled him up well enough so he simply huffed and sat back. There was no need to eat too much, he wasn’t used to it. A hushed chattering drew Scotch’s attention back up to his “host.” Faraday had a strange pout on his face.

“I thought you were hungry?” The being asked, cupping his claws beneath Scotch and lifting him from the table. The table seemed to scatter into splinters but the dishes remained floating in the void. 

“I mean yeah but not that much. Now I’d like to wake up from this dream.” The guard said, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. Perhaps he could wake himself up by thinking about it. Of course, Faraday knew this was no dream. Somewhat hurt by the rejection of his meal, he raised one of his other hands and made a small flicking motion with his finger. In the same breath, one of the uneaten dishes popped out of existence before there was a sudden pressure in Scotch’s stomach. 

“Wh-urp! -What was that??” The guard fumbled, looking down at his stomach. He didn’t remember eating more. A happy churring from Faraday drew the guard’s attention again. The large being was grinning and did another flick of his finger. “What the hell are you laughing about- HIC!” Scotch’s stomach puffed out a bit more. 

It was obvious this being was using magic to fuck around with him. It had to be! Another flick and another large dish was materialized into Scotch’s already full stomach, causing his stomach to bloat out even more. Every word he tried to get out was cut off by a couple more food items being stuffed into his gut. Eventually, Faraday ceased his shenanigans, leaving the guard to lay down on his back and wheeze. 

“Feel better~?” Faraday chittered, leaning close to his bloated guest. With a great bit of care, he rubbed Scotch’s taut stomach with a single claw. This drew a sigh of relief from the guard.

“S-Sure…hic! Are we done now?” Scotch groaned. The being gave his stomach a gentle kiss before lifting him closer. 

“Of course, of course~. All full and happy, I’m sure you’re tired.” Faraday asked, drawing a nod from the guard. “Well, let's get you comfortable then~.” 

For a moment, Scotch didn’t realize what was going on until he was being held above the massive figure’s bright green maw oozing with black saliva. That’s when he began to flail and try to get free. 

“Hey! Wait! Put me down! I’m not your snack! I’ll kick your ass I swear to–” Scotch screamed until being unceremoniously dropped into Faraday’s mouth, the click of teeth stealing away the light for a moment. After his eyes adjusted, the guard realized that the internals of this thing glowed with a faint green light. He was rolled about like a piece of candy as Faraday savored the flavors. Butterscotch with a twinge of chai. How sweet and refreshing! 

With a swallow, Scotch was sent down into Faraday’s throat and towards his stomach. Well, one of them at least. Everything was full of that green light until eventually it all faded to black again. 

—---

The barracks were quiet, all of the other guards were sound asleep. Scotch had his own room, thankfully. No one would be around to hear him collide with his own bed from the ceiling, screaming. Hopping up almost immediately and ready to fight the nightmare creature he was trapped with, he slowly realized he was back in his own room. Not covered in monster saliva. Not stuffed full to bursting. But back home. 

“What the fuck…?” Was all Scotch could mutter as he looked around in pure confusion. Hopefully it was a dream. It had to be! Looking back to the time on his alarm clock, he realized that hardly any time had passed. Maybe it was a dream after all. “I severely need to get back to sleep.”

Grabbing the covers and getting comfortable, Scotch laid down for bed. No such dreams would slither into his head again. That was the hope, anyway.

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about that simular shows i'm not so sure... i never seen something so good gayly sexy as hannibal sorry but i can recommend you things that i just like so much why i can only remember sitcoms x)

its so hard to remember things that i liked uhhh its always a miracle when my brain let me watch some looong things

venture bros (comedy super hero villiam parody but im so in love this humor here)

its always sunny in pfily (sitcom again im sorry)

annihilation (not sitcom just horror incredible beautiful)

Hereditary (horror again im so sorry no homoerotism im sorry)

arcane?? but its so popular sorry if you already watched it

nice guys 2016 funny funny gosling

good omens popular thing again sorry if you know it

THE BOYS yes i remembered it nice scary homoeroticly !!!!!! with evil women i respect it

pacific rim idk just cool i loved it when i was younger

The Eric Andre Show no comments just okay.

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There & Back Again | Ch.19

Quiet Little Something

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"Rick!" Eddie's voice called as he entered the cabin near the lake in the woods. He held a grin on his face with his metal lunch box in tow. "I got your half," He said. Rick gave him a smile, "Eddie, my boy! Can always count on you!" He called cheerily. Taking a long drag from a blunt, Rick coughed lightly and held it out to Eddie.

"Um, no, man, I'm good for now." Eddie laughed, setting his box down on the coffee table and taking a seat in the armchair, Eddie pulled money out of the box. "Whoa, you sold your little ass off, junior!" Rick called with a grin, taking a seat on the sofa.

"The Hideout is good for business. Anyway, I've completely sold out, so I need a full restock." Eddie boasted. "Yeah, I got you. Got some good stuff came all the way from California." said Rick, reaching under his sofa pulling out a case, and starting to open it.

Eddie eyed him carefully, "ah..." he hummed, rubbing the back of his neck, "I was wondering if you could kick me a bit more stock than usual?" Eddie asked carefully. "Oh, wanna work overtime, do ya? What for? It's a risk on me, you know, if I let too much circulate around town." Rick said. "I know, I know. I'd be careful it's just um. The Band and I kind of have a trip planned and -"

"No, nope. No way, this isn't just about your boys." Rick pushed, with a sly smile. 

Angel stirred in the guest room, hearing Rick and Eddie's voices, he quietly got out of bed and tipped to the door. Cracking it open slightly with one eye, he looked about, his eyes falling on Eddie, who started to fiddle with the ends of his hair.

"There's um, a new friend of mine, we got an extra ticket, and she's going to tag along," Eddie said, "she's never been out of Hawkins before, not even one town over. There's so much she hasn't seen. It's her first real concert and I-"

Rick leaned back on the sofa, "you want to blow her away and paint the town red." He said. Eddie gave a half-shrug, "yeah, you can say that. I want her to remember it." Eddie spoke in a low, shy tone and couldn't hold Rick's gaze any longer.

"I want her to think back and possibly tell her kids and grandkids about it, that time she snuck off to Pittsburgh with Eddie the Freak to see Motörhead for her very first concert." Eddie rambled. "Jesus" Rick sang, setting down his blunt, "how long have you known this girl?" He asked. 

"I dunno...about…a couple of weeks I guess," Eddie said.

Rick chuckled, "she must be one hell of a girl, junior, you're sprung like a bear trap." He laughed. Eddie slumped over and ruffled his fingers through his hair, "I'm well aware, thank you." he sang in annoyance.

Angel's eyes narrowed as he remained quiet.

Eddie smiled to himself, "she likes the band, she saw us play the other night and called us amazing." he said. "Don't gush at me kid, Here I'll double your usual stock," Rick said in false irritation. A grin eased its way across Eddie's face, he tilted his head to one side and his eyes twinkled gratefully, "thanks man, see I told you, you're a great big softy." Eddie teased Rick.

"I'm no softy, I'm just a sucker for young love." Rick grumbled, taking back up his blunt and taking a long drag. "That would be called a softy," Angel spoke dryly, stepping out of the room and coming up the short hall.

"Hello, runt." Angel called to Eddie, an icy, mocking smile faintly present on his lips. "You feel you have to haul her all the way out of town to keep her out of my way?" Angel teased. Eddie's smile vanished in an instant and was replaced with a frown. "Hardly Pete." Eddie answered, voice void of emotion to match the dryness of his gaze.

"You know what they say. I have a kiss of death, Munson. No girl looks back." Angel smirked with pride, his eyes falling on the chain around Eddie's neck. "I see you've kept it, you know what I want in return." Angel hummed. 

"She's a person dipshit, I can't just hand her over. That's her call." Eddie snapped.

"I agree with you on that one." Angel said, taking a step forward a smiling coyly, "and what was her first impression?" he asked. Eddie's gaze on Angel wavered slightly, "she called you a pretty boy." Eddie grumbled. Angel rested a hand on his chest as if moved, "how sweet of my little fairy." He hummed. 

Eddie's eye twitched at Angel's words, "your little Fairy?" Eddie grumbled, looking up at Angel. "Guys, hey! This is a zone of zero drama! Read the sign! Giant smilie face!" Rick shouted, pointing his finger towards the wall. "A chill-only zone," he stated.

The two boys locked into a stare-down again, and the smug, snide smile on Angel's face was making Eddie's skin crawl. "Sorry about that, Rick." Angel murmured, leaning against the wall. " But for the record, I think Myrtle and I shared something rather electrifying between us." he said quietly. 

"I can feel a bond in the works, so whisk her away while you can. She's bound for me." Angel sang, pushing off the wall as he strolled past the living room and into the kitchen.

Eddie sat quietly, looking down at his hands. "Don't worry, the boy is just full of himself." Rick sighed. Eddie shook his head, "no, he's right. He's hard to compete with on a bad day." Eddie said with a nod. "But I'm not known for quitting," he said, tossing a halfhearted smile at Rick.

Rick sighed and started to fill Eddie's box with new stock. "Just try to keep me out of it. I don't play favorites, regardless of who my goddaughter chose." Rick muttered.

"Ok so... You were just listening to the band and all of a sudden you felt weird, glowy and things started to break?" Amy asked, sitting across from Myrtle in the sheet fort in the Creel basement. Myrtle nodded slowly, "yes, but I'm not so sure that it was so much the Band as a whole. It fell in line with the guitars specifically." Myrtle recalled.

"And then all the lights busted?" Amy asked. Myrtle nodded, "a thick bolt of lightning struck outside the building, and then when Angel kissed me, it felt like a small shock, like static." Myrtle said. "It was probably from the lightning." she reasoned.

Amy studied Myrtle carefully and was worryingly quiet. "What?" Myrtle asked with caution. "You also said it felt like this Angel guy took the weird feeling from you?" she asked. "It left me after the kiss. If it was because of him, I'm not sure, but he also knew taking me outside would make me feel better." Myrtle explained. "He wasn't wrong?" Amy asked.

"No, but it could have just been that talking with Eddie made me relax and not think about what happened," said Myrtle.

"How long before you go on this trip?" Amy sighed, rubbing her temples. "A handful of days." answered Myrtle. "Well then go, I'm going to keep hunting, I'll go back to the lab and snoop around The Hideout. Maybe try and find Angel." Amy sighed.

"You shouldn't be doing all this alone," Myrtle said, Amy smiled faintly at the concern on her face. "I'm better on my own. Fewer people to worry about. Besides, I have an ace up my sleeve should I need help." Amy said. Myrtle looked off to the side, "we've got to find someplace better than this for you." she sighed, looking around the basement.

"It's quiet, and nobody comes around. I like it here." Amy said, kicking back on her pile of pillows. Myrtle turned to her friend with an unsatisfied gaze, Amy gave a roll of her eyes. "anyway, come on, less talk about our possibly strange circumstances and tell me. How was the kiss other than the weird?" asked Amy.

"Angel has cold lips, for them to be so rosey." Myrtle confessed. "Ugh, cold lips are like fish lips." Amy grimaced. Myrtle touched her lip and could feel her heart race again, she could remember what Eddie's face looked like from so close.

"Well, it obviously wasn't too awful." Amy teased. "Huh?" Myrtle asked. "You're clearly thinking about it, reliving it...you look like a giant Roma tomato over there." Amy laughed. Myrtle gave a timid smile, "not Angel's." she whispered. Amy sat forward, "someone else kissed you?" she asked wide-eyed. Myrtle's smile grew, "Rughead?" asked Amy. Myrtle nodded. "Holy shit, that's bold." Amy laughed.

"Not really, He was trying to remove Angel's cooties." Myrtle sighed. "Cooties? That's a lame excuse." Amy laughed. Myrtle sighed, "I'm glad for that excuse. It was nice." she murmured softly, fiddling with her fingers. "Go on and gush. I'm used to it, my sister was boy crazy." Amy said, gesturing for Myrtle to continue.

"It's just," Myrtle gave a shrug, "no man ever really treated me as softly as Eddie does. I'm afraid I'm just mixing signals. I've never dated, and I've never had guy friends. It's just...the older men my dad needs me to blackmail and bribe." Myrtle confessed.

"And they are all, rough and...hungry. A kiss feels like being smothered by a pillow, and they touch you like you're not human." Myrtle's voice became small as she hugged herself.  Amy sighed, "I wouldn't know about mixed signals, but....you should see the way he looks at you." Amy said.

"Anyway, it's summer. Summer has its own sort of magic. You're going out of town with him-"

"And Jeff, Gareth and Scott." Myrtle added. Amy rolled her eyes, "details," she scoffed. "He's kissed you, he takes any chance he can get to be close to you." Amy reasoned. "And your point is?" Myrtle asked. Amy raised her brows, "you may get a date out of this." she said. "Or a boyfriend." Amy added.

Myrtle shook her head and went to climb out of the fort, "you're thinking way too much into this, Amy." Myrtle sighed. "I could be, but my family, we're born matchmakers," Amy said, walking Myrtle to the window and giving her a boost out. "You need something like this. Someone who can show you what things could be like, it might get you to fight for yourself." Amy spoke with genuine words as she peered up at Myrtle, who lingered knelt on the ground outside the window.

"I'll see you tomorrow sometime Amy, please be careful with your hunt for information," Myrtle said before getting up and going back to her car.

The following day, Myrtle exited Chrissy's house, "are you sure you can't stay for lunch?" Chrissy called, walking Myrtle to her car. "I'm sorry, today's my first day for my babysitting gig and I don't want to be late." Myrtle said, "considering it's the test run before the real job within a few days." she added.

"No, I completely get it! Well, good luck." Chrissy said, she waved goodbye to Myrtle and headed back inside her house. With a light frown on her face, Chrissy exhaled. It was nice to have someone else around besides her mother. Her mother didn't lay so many hurtful comments on her when she had company around. Myrtle stopped just shy of getting into her car and watched Chrissy's back as she lingered at the doorway.

"Um hey!" Myrtle called out, "yes?" Chrissy answered quickly. Myrtle gave a wry smile, "They loved the dress you helped me pick. Maybe you can help me out again. I'm going on a short trip soon, and I could use some fashion pointers." Myrtle said. Chrissy's face lit up with a bright smile. "Of course!" she said happily. 

"I start packing in a few days," said Myrtle. "Just call me up then," Chrissy said, waving one more time before walking through her door.

Myrtle gave a satisfied nod, "I don't need too much help, it's only two days, and I'll probably wear one outfit, but..." Myrtle couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that came from Chrissy. 

"And then I unpacked the box to find my old board from 4th grade had been broken in two. I know it was Billy, but mom won't tell Neil until I have proof." Max ranted from the passenger seat of Myrtle's car.

Myrtle kept her eyes on the road as she listened, "Why'd he break your board? I thought you said it was one of your favorites?" Myrtle asked. "He hates me and he's mean. Billy doesn't need reasons to be a jerk, it's how he is all the time." Max complained. "Sounds like my brother. Some guys turn into assholes when they hit puberty." Myrtle sighed. She turned to offer Max a smile, "but that doesn't mean they really hate you." she added.

Max shook her head, "well, Billy does. I bet your brother doesn't break anything of yours." Max shot. Myrtle sighed, "they can break things that aren't objects. Like feelings." she said.

Max looked up at Myrtle with a hint of pity, "so you do have a jerk brother." she murmured. Myrtle smiled, "hey, look, let's stop talking about stupid brothers. They're clearly ruining everything." she said. "You like to board, right? Hawkins doesn't exactly have a skate park but, I can show you where the kids go." Myrtle offered.

"Really! Awesome. Because I've been looking, and the only place close was some parking lot full of potheads." Max said. Myrtle giggled, "yeah, no, you have to go to the older parts of town. But be sure not to go alone, there aren't many people around, which can be a bad thing." Myrtle warned.

"I'll ask you then," Max said, turning her eyes to the road. "I don't have any friends yet." she sighed. "Mom's busy, Neil's is always busy and Billy is just - no." max added. "That's ok with me, maybe I'll learn how to board myself." she hummed. "You?" Max laughed.

"I could, I do ballet, so I have pretty good balance, can't be any worse than ice skating." said Myrtle. "You ice skate?" Max asked with a grin. Myrtle smirked, the look of impression Max gave her reminded her of when Patrick was little and every little thing made her 'the coolest' big sister.

"I do, for about seven years now," Myrtle said. "Can you do any cool tricks?" Max asked as if a challenge. Myrtle laughed quietly. "One or two," Myrtle said. 

Myrtle sat on the rubble of what was left of the old community pool. Watching Max skate her heart out in the small emptied pool. The girl had a grin on her face a mile long and seemed to be having the time of her life. "That one is called an Ollie!" Max called to Myrtle, "is that safe?" Myrtle called with concern. Max laughed and shrugged, "as safe as skateboarding I guess." she called back.

Myrtle shook her head, "at least she's having fun." Myrtle thought, looking up at the sky. The sun was starting to set. "Fifteen more minutes ok Max!" Myrtle called.

Having taken Max home, Myrtle headed home herself. Coming through the front door, she nearly dumped into her father. "Sorry." she said quickly as he glared down at her, She searched his face, "something happened?" She asked him. "Something came up at the plant." He said pushing past her. Myrtle blinked a few times and stared at the front door as it closed. 

"Was it just me or did dad seem....fearful." She thought, recalling the look in his eyes. Myrtle bit her lip, "maybe Amy was on to something." she sighed, heading for the stairs. "At least it's all giving me time off from my usual role." Myrtle thought.

After a shower and changing into her pajamas, Myrtle sat on her bed drying her hair, which had turned into a wild kinky mass as the cold water washed away the hot press. Picking up her brush, she slowly combed it through small sections. Closing her eyes to gather her thoughts as she traveled back to remember the current events of her life.

"So much is happening." she sighed.

A knock against her window, caused Myrtle's eyes to open. "No way." Myrtle breathed, getting to her feet. Setting her brush on her dresser, she walked to the window and opened it. Below, she was a bright smile that put butterflies in her stomach.

"Hey, mind if I make this a habit?" Eddie called up to her. He pointed over his shoulder, "I saw your dad leave so..." he hummed.

Myrtle shook her head and reached down to grab the rope ladder, tossing it over the window. Eddie wasted little time as he started to climb up. The closer he got, the faster Myrtle's heartbeat in her chest. Her eyes locked into his, the memory of his kiss filled her brain.

She quickly walked away from the window, giving him space to climb inside. Eddie pulled the rope ladder back in and quietly shut the window. "I ugh...just got back from work and wasn't exactly ready for bed." He said, turning to face Myrtle. 

"Work?" she asked, lowering a brow, "you mean your hustle?" she asked. Eddie laughed, "sounds way cooler when you say it like that." He said. Looking Myrtle up and down, he could see the water still glistening in her hair and on her faintly damp skin. "Sorry, was this bad timing?" Eddie asked, slowly averting his eyes as he dropped the backpack free from his shoulders.

"N-no, I just um," Myrtle cleared her throat to fix the weird sound her voice was creating, "got out the shower. It's fine really." Myrtle said, reaching past him for her brush. Eddie followed her hand and took up the Brush before she could. He held it up and smiled innocently, "mind if I help?" he asked.

Myrtle sucked in her lips nervously. "It's kind of a tangled mess." she muttered, touching her hair. "To be honest, so is mine half the time." He said, sitting down on her bed. Eddie gave the place in front of him a pat. "Come on, I promise I won't make it any worse." He spoke playfully. Calming her butterflies, Myrtle walked over and took a seat. Eddie combed his fingers through her hair to pull it back, and then parted a section to brush.

It sent chills down Myrtle's back as he brought the brush through her hair. "Oh, my hair is in far worse shape than this." Eddie laughed. "Is it?" Myrtle asked. Eddie rested his chin on Myrtle's shoulder, "here" he called taking her hand in his, he placed her hand on the top of his head. Myrtle slowly combed her fingers through his curls.

Eddie's eyes closed, and she could feel the quiet sigh he gave. "It shouldn't feel that good." Eddie thought to himself, her fingers snagged a little, but as if used to it Myrtle instinctively worked the knots away with wiggles of her fingers, and eventually, her hand found its way free.

"It's not so bad," Myrtle said. Eddie smiled in contentment. "I've had worse days." she hummed.  Lifting his head away, Eddie sat up straight and went back to combing Myrtle's hair. "So, are you excited for the concert?" Eddie asked Myrtle. "A little....just anxious." she answered, looking down at her hands.  "You aren't afraid, are you?" Eddie asked, "no...." Myrtle peeped. Eddie silently chuckled. 

"It's ok if you are, it's the biggest rebel moment you've ever had, isn't it?" He said. Myrtle quietly sulked, "You'll be fine, we've got you." Eddie laughed, moving to another section of her hair. Myrtle gave a nod, "that's why I'm not too worried, at least not about what's going to happen out there." She said, turning back to look at Eddie she offered a smile. His heart beat a little harder as his eyes zeroed in on it.

Eddie looked off, and a timid smile wandered onto his face. Myrtle's smile dropped into worry, "but I hope you don't regret my dad's wrath afterward." she sighed, turning back around, and taking the brush from him. "I'm not afraid of your old man, Myrtle." He huffed, watching her walk to the mirror of her vanity and start braiding her hair.

"You should be, he can be dangerous to a person's future here in Hawkins," Myrtle murmured.

Eddie drew his head back and squinted, "Well, it's a good thing I don't plan on being stuck in Hawkins forever, isn't it." He said, then held his head high and with the smirk of a young lion he leaned over Myrtle's shoulder whispering "and Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens," into her ear. "Maybe....but have you seen the nightfall?" Myrtle asked him back, looking up at him from the corners of her eyes.

Eddie's smile faltered, "more of it than you'd think." he spoke quietly, the sound made her heart ache for him. Eddie was quick to put on another smile and back away, "I'm here now aren't I?" he asked holding out his arms, "Your old man could walk through at any given minute," Eddie pointed at Myrtle "but for you, milady. Oh, for you, I will laugh in the face of danger." He said dramatically.

Myrtle couldn't fight the smile trying to force its way on her face, "ha, ha, ha. You're a clown, Eddie Munson." she sighed, setting her brush down. Eddie smirked, "your pops wouldn't happen to have a fear of clowns, would he?" Eddie asked. Myrtle shook her head. "Damn." Eddie sighed with a snap of his fingers.

Seeing something crawl in the tank on the dresser, Eddie did a double take. "Holy shit, you have a spider?" Eddie said rushing over. Stooping a bit, he peered into the glass, and Shelob peered right back. "It's huge," He murmured.

Myrtle smiled, "that's Shelob." she said, walking to Eddie's side. He chuckled, "of course it is." he hummed. Tapping lightly on the glass. "She likes people...would you? Would you like to hold her?" Myrtle asked. 

Eddie stood up quickly and waved his hands "oh no, no, no I'm good." he said. Myrtle laughed, "oh come on, don't tell me Metalhead Eddie is afraid of a sweet fluffy spider?" Myrtle teased. Eddie rolled his neck slowly to look at her, and his voice deepened, "bite your beautiful tongue, babe." He said with a slice squint of his eyes.

Myrtle found it hard to keep her breath, "then hold her." Myrtle pushed, reaching down into the tank. Shelob happily scuttled into Myrtle's palms. Holding Shelob out to Eddie, Myrtle smirked. "She's waiting." she said.

Eddie's look of dark confidence faded fast, and his eyes filled with nervousness as he looked down at the fuzzy little creature. Many eyes locked onto him. "Shelly, this is Eddie... He's our friend." Myrtle whispered down to Shelob while Eddie held out his palms.

Laying her fingers over his Myrtle created a bridge for Shelob to walk. Eddie stood, afraid to move as the spider made her way into his hands. She nestled into place and continued to watch him, this caused Myrtle to giggle as she watched the two stare at each other. Each waiting for something to happen.

"You're a big girl, Shelob." Eddie murmured, cautiously petting the spider's back. "She's oddly soft." He said, looking up at Myrtle with a smile. "I know right!" Myrtle called happily. "She's my best and trustiest friend. I don't know what'd I do without her around." Myrtle confessed.

Eddie looked down at Shelob "I'm jealous. You're a lucky spider, Shelly." Eddie whispered and then carefully transferred Shelob back into her tank. 

Myrtle sat down on the edge of her bed and Eddie walked to his bag, pulling a walkman out he turned to her and grinned. "I brought you something to listen to." He said, taking a seat next to her. "It's um…to prepare you for the concert. It's a mixtape, of Motörhead and some songs by others, so you can get a feel for the music." Eddie stammered.

He looked down at the walkman nervously. He wanted her to like the music that inspired his life. Music held a special position in his life, it was like blood in his veins. "It's a chunk of me." He thought, and it was a nerve-wracking thought, that she might reject it.

Myrtle walked her fingers across his hand holding the walkman and pressed the play button. Leaning his head closer to hers, Eddie stretched the headphones as wide as they could go. Myrtle could scarcely listen as she was keenly aware of her head pressed neck to his, though she tried her best. "What do you think?" he asked.

Myrtle closed her eyes and listened, the sound of the drums made her adrenaline flow, and the strings of the guitars recharged her heart, the Vocals tapping into emotions she'd never voice "Straight through the Heart. Shout to the wind, How can you hurt me this way"  they said. Myrtle froze as Eddie's hand took hers, she wished she could see his face as the air around him felt wounded.

Myrtle looked down at their hands, "um... I like it, who is this?" Myrtle spoke quietly. She needed to break whatever thoughts he was having, she couldn't stand it. "Dio." Eddie muttered, his voice seeming far away. Myrtle turned her body slightly and slipped her hands under his arms and hugged him lightly. 

Eddie let out a strangled scoff but welcomed the gentle embrace and the song changed. He rubbed the side of his head against hers like a kitten and returned her hug. "You don't play fair." He sighed, closing his eyes. "Yeah? You've got no business thinking you can be sad here." Myrtle whispered back. Eddie smiled faintly, "You came here for this." Myrtle thought to herself, squeezing him lightly, "I know you did." she thought.  Eddie leaned back, causing them both to fall backward onto the bed. 

"Just for a while, can we stay this way?" Eddie whispered, never opening his eyes. Myrtle gazed up at her ceiling, the position they were in was hardly comfortable, bodies half twisted into a hug and heads made to face the sky. She knew eventually her legs would go to sleep hanging over the edge of the bed. However, she couldn't protest, she didn't want to.

"As long as you need us to," Myrtle replied, the music roaring in her ear and coursing through her body. 

Myrtle watched the baby spiders crawling about the ceiling in the small hole that'd become their home. Her eyes briefly glanced towards the bedroom door. "At any moment, someone could walk in." Myrtle thought, her arms tightening again around Eddie. She could hear something quiet inside daring them to try it, and that quiet little something was baring its fangs.

The thought made her pulse quicken. Looking towards the lamp, Myrtle grimaced, "should have turned it out." she thought, and no sooner had it come to mind, the room fell into darkness. "Oh." Myrtle gasped. "How'd..." she whispered.

"Hmm?" Eddie hummed sleepily. "Oh, n-nothing." Myrtle stammered. "It's just the faulty lights." she told herself.

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[babyloniastreasure]

right so i just got done crying on and off for the first three hours of my day and i think i deserve a bit of unloading into the internet about it

dont mind me i just,,,dont have a support system anymore lol and i need some kind of fuckin release. feel free to ignore

so the last week in particular has been extremely rough and today I almost asked to go to the hospital in the hopes of like, idk. getting some sort of help. I have never been this depressed or hopeless before in my life and I’ve never had so much nothing as I do now. I lost all of my friends and my only support. I don’t have anything to look forward to. I look at my projects and my art and I can’t stand them because everything has memories attached to people who hate me and want nothing to do with me. People who have ignored me for five fucking weeks after telling me “We want to fix this.”

i’m hardly sleeping. im constantly exhausted. im physically nauseous because i cant eat from the stress and anxiety, granted i remember to eat at all or have the energy to get up to get anything in the first place. emotionally im an absolute wreck. I can’t focus. nothing is enjoyable. there’s nothing TO enjoy, because everything i had before was everything they took away. I’ve been left in the dust after they told me they still cared. so clearly that was a lie. if they cared they wouldnt have left at the drop of a hat like that

Even my family has noticed that i’m not okay and they’re starting to ask questions. i feel bad every time i brush them off but I cant let them know how bad things really are. i cant tell them that every hour i have to fight the urge to hurt myself again. that every time i have a second of free thought i think, hey, wouldn’t it be so satisfying to make yourself bleed again? and yes! it would be satisfying! but that’s not a pit i want to fall into again. it had me for years and it took even more years to break. and even though I have the awareness to not go through with it and can recognize it’s not actually going to help in the long run, it’s so exhausting when that’s my first go-to solution. And like yeah I usually have those thoughts anyway but I’ve had such a great system of friends and people I love who love me also that it was easier to get past. There were people there for me  who cared and because I knew they cared I could get through the rough patches. But now I don’t have those people. I don’t have any support. There’s nobody who cares about me. So then my loneliness gets to me and i get even more depressed and anxious and I keep spiraling, and those thoughts get worse and harder to fight off. it was those thoughts of intense “lets hurt ourselves really badly :D” that made me want to go to the hospital. I literally had the thought of “If I go to the hospital and they say I’m not severe enough to be admitted, I’ll just grab a pen and stab my leg to prove to them I need help.” Which is neither good nor healthy, but it would be so easy

instead i ended up crying for three hours and started thinking the circumstances that lead me here

and like. i will admit, and i have admitted dozens of times, hundreds of times to myself, that I made a mistake. I know that. I told them that. That was the first fucking thing I said. all i can think about is that singular, one, individual, tiny little blunder. and how despite me acknowledging it and coming clean with it and trying to talk about it, it was blown up and out of proportion and thrown in my face. they took my misstep and every single one of them twisted it and manipulated it into something far from the truth, something that painted me as a terrible person, as a secret asshole, as a huge toxic influence, as a deceitful and unappreciative person. They all threw out everything about our friendship in favor of ignoring what I’d said and assuming something far from the truth, the truth I laid out for them no less.

and then when i asked if i could clarify and communicate, they told me no. then blamed me for not communicating!!

thats all i ever tried to do! was communicate

From day one the group said hey if there’s a problem, be open with it and we’ll talk about it. we communicate to solve problems because we’re all friends and cherish each other.

what a load of shit.

i tried to communicate. I laid out my problem and then everybody else got involved, said I wasn’t allowed to talk about that with them, then they called me back like some kind of court and judge and jury and told me because I didn’t communicate, I was being kicked out. That’s not fair. I wasn’t treated fairly. I wasn’t even allowed to clarify whatever the hell they thought. They straight up told me no, you can’t talk about this with us. That’s not communication. That’s hypocritically shutting me down.

“Communicate with us Jask!”

“Okay I will send communication”

“Op! You’re not allowed :) We agreed you can’t talk to us :) You’re being kicked out :) Oh But Don’t Feel Unwelcome We Want To Fix This.” Then they all fuckin. moved into a space without me in it. That’s not welcoming. That’s exclusionary. That’s not communicating either. I’ve been handed a double standard that I can’t do anything about because I’m not allowed to even say hello to these people

How does anyone expect things to get better if I’m not being given the chance I was promised? its been. five. weeks. I’m ? so fucking tired and sad and alone, waiting every fucking day in the hopes that someone is going to actually talk to me again. then I finally pass out in near tears at 3am because another day has passed with none of them caring enough to even ask if im okay

and like. i desperately want to talk to them. i dont know what id say but. i dont know. i dont know. im not allowed to, for one. they made that crystal fucking clear. but again what would i even say?

do i say im sorry? i apologized dozens of times and it never made a difference, they ignored my apologies from the start and im certain they ignored the ones at the end too. and im terrified of saying sorry to the only person who really matters in this situation because im certain she’s going to cut me off if i even breathe in her direction

do I say that i miss them? what’s that going to do? it feels manipulative to say that. like hey pity me into talking to me again? i cant do that. im sure none of them miss me anyway so why would i put myself on the spot like that

do i admit im afraid to talk to them? again that also feels, bad, because the last time i admitted a feeling it drove them all away in an instant. and like also that feels like im backing them into a corner where they have to respond. and i dont want to force that. so it feels like talking is making the same mistake that made them kick me out. and like. what if...talking really does make it worse? what if talking is what ruins it even though talking is what they told me they want?

again there’s the double standard. be honest and communicate, but if you’re honest and communicate you’re rejected outright and made into the bad guy.

at this point its been so long

and i’ve deteriorated so much

i dont know if like. i just. i dont know...if more deterioration, if more waiting, and more dashed hope is worth it ?

i dont even know if they still want to repair things. what if they dont? what if they never did? what if they lied? what if they sit in their little group and talk poorly about me? what if they made bets about how long it’ll take me to leave or unfriend them like my isolation was some sort of game? what if they think i hate them? what if they really DO hate me? what if they moved on and want to forget about me? what if they regret knowing me at all? what if they wish they never knew me? what if they’re happy without me? what if 

oh boy i started crying again

what if this entire month of waiting and crying and wishing and grieving and hoping and loneliness was a waste of time? what if this was all for nothing? what if i never get to talk to them again? i. man. i just. i really really really miss everyone. i miss them so much. i miss them so fucking much. i dont know what to do. I m. fuck. im miserable. i wish i hadn’t said anything i wish i had kept my mouth shut i wish i never tried i wish i never did any of that i wish i had my friends i wish i could go back i wish i could talk to them

if i didnt say anything at least i’d be happy and id have everything and i would have my best friends in the whole world and id, fuck man thats really it, id be happy. im  so fucking awul

im so. i. i cant see the scvreen i need to go wash up and stop

[ohthesuspenders]

hi im going to go live out my fantasy of existing exclusively in the void and just being one with nothingness please do not try to contact me i will not respond thank you for understanding

[ewritesthangs]

Ba-ding. Ba-ding. Your phone alerts you that someone was calling. That someone, being your boyfriend of 4 months. Corpse.

"Hey babe."

"Hey princess."

"Whats up? Everything alright?"

"I just wanted to hear your voice before we start gaming and I can barely hear you."

You blush and sit down at your desk. "You're so charming, you know that?"

"One of my many quirks."

"I love all your quirks."

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow. I'll be able to sleep again."

"Did you not sleep well babe?"

"Not really. My insomnia got the better of me."

"You should have called i would have read to you."

"You're so sweet. I didn't want to wake you."

"You do know I don't care. If you need me call. No matter what."

"Alright. Alright. I will if it gets bad tonight."

"Good boy."

"Woof woof."

"Hey, its almost 1. Time to get the game ready. I shall talk to you later."

"I adore you."

"Feelings are mutual." You blush and hang up. You do what you need to do and join the Among Us game created by none other than Pewdiepie.

"Whats up guys?"

"Hey, Y/N! You're here!" Sean tells excitedly.

"Hey Sean." You shyly say. Thankful they can't see you. You were happy to be able to game. In the semi dark. By yourself. You were confident with Corpse. But with more people? You became an innocent shy noodle. The game starts. Crewmate. You sigh in relief.

"I'll be a good task girl and do my tasks."

Corpse went up to you, and you assume he gave you a small smooch before going to card swipe.

"Don't fail it now babe." You were thankful you didn't live stream yet. You wanted to get a few rounds down and warm up before doing so.

Corpse POV

"I'm going to give Y/N a kiss before card swipe. Muah." My character runs over to her, runs into her looking like mine was giving a kiss. "Love you babe." It slipped out, on livestream. Shit. Oops. I shoot Y/N a quick text.

Accidentally may have said i loved you on livestream.

Oh..... you want to let everyone know, now?

Why not?

Sure babe.

You sure?

Yesh.

"Yeah um ehe I am dating Y/N guys. Surprise." I say to my viewers. "I hope you don't like leave me because of it." My chat was blowing up by now. Saying mostly positive things. I smile at the comments and thank them as much as I can before I get killed by Sean. "What. The fuck man."

2nd Person POV

You report the body and unmute yourself. "Oh no not my baby!" You say softly.

"Wait. What?" Sean chuckles, confused.

"Corpse is my boyfriend." You whisper nonchalantly. "I saw you vent Sean!"

"You killed said boyfriend and self reported. I saw you."

"Where is the body?" Felix asks.

"Inside admin."

"Jack i sense liar voice."

"You always sus me felix." Sean sounded like he was pouting.

"I'm voting sean." Rae says. Everyone votes. Sean votes you. Most of them vote Sean. Sean is ejected.

"Bye bye muthafucka." You say softly, to which everyone gasps.

"Little Y/N just swore."

"I can't believe it. Pause the game."

"What? No guys shhhhh I didn't say anything." You quickly grumble and slap your forehead. "Fuck me. Shit."

"And she keeps swearing! My god." Sean chuckled as he was unmuted still, like everybody.

"I'm muting myself now. Bye." You mute yourself and cover your now red face. "Fuck me in the eyeball with a candlestick."

Nice mouth babe.

Shut it.

Corpse was laughing so hard he was gonna piss himself soon if he didn't stop. You are so cute in his eyes. So innocent.

You got a call a few hours later. The familiar ring of your boyfriends ring tone rushing to fill the void. You had fallen asleep so when you answered you sounded gravelly. Groggy.

"Hello?"

"Sup swearing sailor?"

"Are we allerterating now?"

"Yessssssss."

"I was just having a nice dream about Matthew Gray Gubler and you went and woke me up."

"New found confidence?"

"You bring out the best in me."

"My princess."

"Ya ya."

"Come over. I need to see and kiss your beautiful swearing face."

"Will you let that go? For fucks sake."

"Probably not for awhile."

"Bitch."

"Well are you coming?"

"Not if you keep being mean."

"I loooooovvvveeeee you." He sings.

"I love me too."

"Well now I don't want you here."

"...... I'll bring your favorite."

"See you in about an hour!"

"Spoiled rotten little brat!"

"Love you!"

You went over to his apartment. When you arrived at his door, he engulfed you into a big hug. You feeling so safe and warm in his embrace.

"My princess."

"My prince."

You guys kiss, a sweet and simple kiss. Without letting you go, he walks backwards into the apartment. You guys spend the whole night watching things and eating as much as you can handle. Once it hits 1am, your eyes grow heavy. But you don't want to tell him you're tired. Not yet. Corpse comes back from the bathroom to you falling asleep on the couch.

"Baby, do you want to go to bed?" The sudden sound of his voice startled you awake. With a small nod, you stand up a little uneasy on your legs. Corpse takes you into his arms. Picks you up bridal style. You being too tired, just let it happen. You snuggled into him, before realizing you were in your normal clothes.

"I need to change." Your voice had an  obvious tired tone to it.

"You can wear my hoodie babe."

"I dont want you getting cold."

"I'm a human furnace babe."

You just simply nod and lay back onto the bed you were placed upon. He slips his sweatshirt off and hands it to you. You take it and stumble into his bathroom.

"Baby you can change in front of me. I won't look!"

You yawn and get dressed into some sweats and his hoodie. You walk out, swimming in his sweater. You felt safe and cozy. He smiles and holds his arms out for you to come sit on his lap. You waddle over and do as you are motioned to. He holds you as you fall asleep. He watches you before he himself falls asleep. A beautiful way to end an eventful day.

[chthonicmoons]

another day of not wanting to get out of bed :^)

[sennamybeloved]

Bestie I wanna hear about your cookie run f/os :'0!!!

-[void-selfships]

hello my WONDERFUL mutual i love you /p

i’m just gonna spout off my feelings about my more prominent cr f/os—srry if this gets kinda wordy and sorry for the inevitable, excessive amounts of images there will be

i figure that there is no one better to start off with than sour belt cookie. she is my main f/o from cookie run, her release got me back into ovenbreak, and she’s just. such a fun character. her design is super aesthetically pleasing and her personality is very silly. i love her an unbelievable amount. hep me

my s/i for her is,,, strange. she’s both an intern and a model who started as a very loyal customer that caught sour belt’s eye. his name is sweet ribbon cookie, but he rlly isn’t all that sweet lol. REGARDLESS! sour belt is kinda whipped for him & kinda sorta employed him as an excuse to get close to him.

our dynamic is so self indulgent but i don’t care we are so in love

NEXT IN LINE WE GOT UHMM *spins imaginary wheel* KUMIHO COOKIE

AUUHHHHGGGGGGGGGG this stupid little cookie has me so fucked up u do not understand. i LOVE foxes. they are my special interest. ESPECIALLY FOX FOLKLORE!!! so u can already guess how i feel about fox girls (source: my f/o list)

kumiho cookie is so pretty and cool she makes me want to explode. first of all, i LOVE how the actual folklore was portrayed through her character & design (“magical marshmallow fox that wants to be a real cookie” is a super cute take ok it, only has fox tails and no fox ears which is cool bc it’s said that a fox can accidentally let their tails slip out when they’re in a human disguise, tails represented by her hair which is just a cool design choice……. and so much more) also she is so so so transfemme coded. i love her so bad

heavy breathing. we’re doing timekeeper now boys

I LOVE INSANE WOMEN!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE INSANE WOMEN THAT I AM ABSOLUTELY NOT SAFE AROUND AND HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP BUT THEY LOVE ME SOOOO MUCH ITS FINE. I LOVE INSANE WOMEN I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

takes a deep breath. timekeeper is a very cool and unique character who i’m convinced was made for me because 1) she’s insane 2) she’s a woman 3) she’s adorable in a creepy way which i love 4) she has a very steampunk-esque aesthetic which is my comfort aesthetic and favorite aesthetic of all time holy shit dude

im so in love with her that i tear up when i think about her sometimes she’s so cool and pretty and awesome i literally can’t be normal about her even if i wanted to

anyways i’m on a roll guys. time for my first cookie run f/o ever from august 2018 TIGER LILY yas

i love tiger lily a whole lot but i can’t really explain why. she’s very cute and fun and i love her voice and the way her eyes in kingdom. and i LOVE animal-themed characters + i’m tiger kin so it tracks. and i also love jungle themed characters!! there’s a lot about tiger lily that i just think is so fun. i just kinda wish her flower was an actual tiger lily (i know she’s technically not like made with a tiger lily ingredient because she’s princess cookie’s sister and isn’t even supposed to be “tiger lily” cookie but it makes more sense for her design ok) but other than that her design is pretty and concise (albeit very simple) and i think she’s beautiful. so beautiful. i’m gonna explode

GO ANIMAL THEMED CHARACTERS GO!!!!!! that’s scorpion cookie and she’s (you guessed it) an insane dangerous woman (not exactly insane but dangerous, and i imagine her to be a bit reckless and stuff idk she fits my type well)

she’s so fun and pretty and i don’t talk about her enough. she’s one of the cookies who i want to hear the voice of the MOST i feel like it’d be very high pitched and very raspy and i also feel like it’d turn me into a useless gay mess! as she tends to do. IDK i just really want more content of her so so bad, she’s so interesting but her potential is never tapped into (which is the case with a lot of cookies)

idk. i’m just veryflustered. i love her lots i love ALL of my girlfriends lots i’m gay ,help

[morbidly-malicious-muffins]

What Kind of Music Slashers Would Vibe to Headcanons♪

This little thing popped into my head. Fyi, the canon timelines are thrown out the window for this so... Yeah.

Bring forth the bop~

RZ Michael Myers

"Let my weapons be your children, let my armies be your damned. Try to suffer on in silence, try to stop me if you can." --- This Cold Black by Slipknot

I think he'd really enjoy metal in general. I can totally see him unknowingly stomping to some Marilyn Manson and Meshuggah, though the lyrics and message probably will just fly over his head.

He listens to some heavy shit, but probably all the more mainstream bands/artists.

The loudness and organized chaos of the genre fills the void in his soul and reflects the state of his mind, despite his stoic and non-verbal outer demeanor.

Someone please do everyone a favor and introduce Michael to some death metal. Admit it, it really fits his aesthetic.

This is just based on speculation, but I suspect a 70% possibility of RZ Michael resonating with Cannibal Corpse. Fight me.

He hates classical music with a burning passion. Back in Smith's Grove, they played Bach's Air Sul G on tap. (its canon in the first movie lmao) He hates it. Mikey no likey.

Freddy Krueger

"No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down. Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around." --- Highway to Hell, by AC/DC

Freddy listens to classic rock, period.

This guy is ngl a supporter of music taste discrimination. You listen to pop? Disgusting. You listen to Jazz? Disgusting. Classic rock is the epitome of all music.

He'll call you music-related slurs you never knew existed.

As stubborn adamant as Freddy is, he does harbor some guilty pleasures, including 70's hair metal and glam rock. Pshh. What a heckin hypocrite.

Some of his all time favorites are Guns N' Roses, Led Zeppelin, Van Halen, and AC/DC.

(Basic bitch)

*Hip thrust movements to go with his 'The Sprinkler' dance moves, Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses blasting in the background*

OG Michael Myers

He doesn't listen to music, but if he did, he would probably enjoy Jazz.

Michael only listens to Miles Davis because he enjoys his music and can't be bothered to discover more artists.

Oml Michael I know Miles Davis is amazing but don't neglect other iconic artists plzzz. Someone please make him listen to some Teddy Wilson and/or Dave Brubeck.

I imagine him sitting stiff-straight on a rocking chair (he just likes how it moves), knife in his lap, rocking and zoning-out relaxing to 'Blue in Green'. (I love that piece)

#AfterHeFinallyKillsLaurie

#RetirementGoals

He also hates classical music because of the same reason as RZ Myers. Seriously, if either of them so much as hears the opening chord of Air Sul G, expect the speaker to be stomped to a pulp in a split second.

Bubba Sawyer

Alright let's all be honest with ourselves... 70's pop and country is Bubba's shit.

Look me in the face and tell me he wouldn't adore ABBA, The Jackson 5, and Dolly Parton. Thats right you can't

Everytime 'Dancing Queen' starts playing on the radio, Bubba will drop everything and start busting down.

Ain't nothing and nobody stoppin him. Drayton is powerless against the supreme sovereignty that is ABBA.

But let's also appreciate the fact that our Bubster can motherfuckin get down. *wipes sweat from forehead + heart eyes*

He would also do passionate lip sync with his heart and soul, to Dolly Parton's 'I Will Always Love You'.

50% chance of him starting to cry right after he finishes his earnest performance.

*Holding Bubba in your arms, rubbing comforting circles on his back as he bawls hysterically, incoherently babbling on about how much he loves you*

I also feel for some reason he'd really like Joan Jett & The Blackhearts.

Thomas Hewitt

"For one moment, I wish you'd hold your stage, with no feelings at all. Open minded, I'm sure I used to be so free." --- Citizen Erased by Muse

Y'know what I have a hard time imagining the type of music Tommy listens to. Kutos, Mr. Hewitt, you have defeated me.

siKE

(This is where I yeet the timeline out of the window y'all)

Thomas enjoys Muse, Evanescence, and Radiohead. (Fight me)

He just loves how emotional their songs are. He'd have one earbud in as he works away at his projects for hours. The music helps him concentrate, it is also a source of emotional support to him.

Hearing the heart-wretching lyrical content of 'Lost in Paradise' performed so beautifully by Amy Lee's angellic voice is really comforting to him. It's like hearing about another person's experiences. It makes him feel less alone in dealing with his emotional and mental turmoils and burdens.

The first time Thomas heard 'Creep' by Radiohead, he almost cried.

He also listens to My Chemical Romance sometimes. He only knows the Black Parade album, but he loves it. If 'Creep' didn't make him cry, listening to that entire album from top to bottom sure did. He started sobbing half-way through 'Famous Last Words'.

Tommy is emotional boi 🥺

Brahms Heelshire

C l a s s i c a l

No matter how stinky Brahms is, you can't tell me that he's not classy.

Schubert is his bitch. Schubert's style tends to be quite majestic and/or dreamy, (generally) and can change color/sound very abruptly yet appropriately. (This is just my opinion based on experience with Schubert's pieces, but then I only know his piano pieces soo) (let's still cue that maestoso to scherzando transition)

But of course, Schubert isn't the only thing he listens to. He prefers the romantic period, so Mendelssohn, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Shostakovich, Brahms, Schumann, you get the gist, all the staples. Oh yeah Elgar too. To be a proud English lad.

*Brahms swaying in the living room with the grace of a baby giraffe, engrossed in the beautiful melodies in Schumann's Kinderszenen.*

(Oml please check out 'Von fremden Landern und Manschen' and 'Kind im Einschlummern') (For those who play piano, they aren't that difficult too totally recommend) (Ok sorry I'm done now)

Brahms would totally waltz around alone to Chopin's waltzes and nocturnes.

Oh yeah apart from that classy shit, he likes to jam to meme songs.

"Hey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play---"

*cut to Brahms passionately fortnite dancing*

Listens to The Strange Man Who Sings About Dead Animals for a good laugh. (Please, all of his songs are gold)

Vincent Sinclair

He'll have 'emo' and 'classical' with a side of metal, thanks.

I headcanon that Vinny McWaxy is an INFJ, so the boy is likely prone to crippling existentialism. It would make sense for some aspects of his music taste to reflect that.

*cut to Vincent sitting rock-still on his workbench/stool, hands hover in mid-air, staring straight ahead, some John Cage piece playing*

You'll never hear this from Vincent but he enjoys sexy-time music. He has this whole erotic playlist he listens to while working. (Boy likes to feel sexy on the job, I respect that.)

I think its pretty much canon that Vinny loves MCR. (Hello fellow emo piece of shit 👋) His favorites are everything by them really. A hardcore fan. He used to have MCR, P!ATD, and 30 Seconds to Mars posters plastered everywhere in his workshop until he had to remove them all to add to the intimidation factor of his waxy hell for passer-bys. For the record, he is very gay for Frank Iero.

On the metal part of his spectrum is mostly classic metal, groove metal, and thrash/heavy metal.

Rammstein, Pantera, Vildhjarta, new and old Metallica, Dream Theatre, Coheed and Cambria. His bitches.

He also uses music to scare victims when bringing them down to his workshop. *cue horror movie soundtracks*

*KI KI KI MA MA MA*

Is a whore for the dramatics when in a good mood.

*Lacrimosa by Mozart plays as he makes a point to bring the wax painfully slowly down toward a drowsy and petrified victim*

A lament for your upcoming death, pitiful human.

Bo Sinclair

"The day has come for all us sinners, if you're not a servant you'll be struck to the ground." -- Beast and The Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold

Bastard boy is into dad-music™. (same)

Dad rock, classic rock, pop punk, punk rock, old school pop, his shit.

He listens to a lot of the same bands as Freddy, but Bo (generally) doesn't discriminate and explores a more diverse variety of music.

Its a fandom canon that Bo loves Avenged Sevenfold. I totally agree.

A7x is the perfect amount of cynical, political, and shred for Beauregard, (I hc that ge hates his full name so plz don't ever call him Beauregard)

He listens to the radio whenever he's at work. Whatever that might be.

Will NEVER admit it, but he thinks Vinny's music taste is dope as hell.

He'll turn off the radio just to strain his ears to listen to Vincent's music downstairs. No one will ever know that though. You don't.

Actually likes classical music too. Its not one of his main genres but there's one piece he really likes, Second Movement of Shostakovich Piano Concerto No. 2 in F Major.

He never thought he'd enjoy this type of music. Its so.... Calm. He discovered that piece from Vinny's playlist. When he first heard it on his brother's speaker, he fell in love. It was one of the extremely rare cases in which he'd be committed enough to ask Vinny the name of the music.

Tiny shuffle for man-kind, huge fuckin step for Bo. Good job Bo, we're proud of you.

Also pleeeeeaaase message me or request stuff, I'm bored and have little inspiration 🦊

I might do a pt2 of this, since I didn't write many of the boys and gals🤷‍♀️

Also sorry if I've neglected some genres/artists (Like i've neglected non-piano classical pieces.... Bc ya girl is just a pianist), a person can't know everything😗

---Zali 🖤

[bigwriterenergy]

jotaro kujo x reader

anonymous asked: “hey mango!! i’m so in love with your writings!!!, can I request some jotaro(any part that you prefer), with a chef or amateur cooking s/o? like every time he’s stressed she calms him down with his favorite meals, we all know how much this boy loved his mom food lol, hope you’re doing well!”

anonymous asked: “um hey! so I just discovered your blog and loved so much your writing style, so I just wanted to request some part 4 jotaro, with a chef s/o, who always tries to surprise him with his favorite meals, because of how stressed and tired he is, for obvious reasons lol, sorry if this is too specific, and keep it up, your works are amazing!💓”

hello and thank you for the sweet words, both of you :)) i decided to combine these both! i will do jotaro pt 3 and pt 4 hc and then a scenario with pt 4 joot!! thanks so much again!! :))

jotaro kujo (part 3)

his stomach is a bottomless void so be prepared to make a lot

when he finds out you can cook, he’ll mention that he might want to try your food

"you want to cook something for me? ok. just make me whatever.”

HE’S ACTUALLY VERY EXCITED OK! don't let him fool you!

you remember him mentioning that his favorite type of food is anything with meat

obviously make him some sort of steak or even seafood

he takes the first bite and really tries to keep his cool

its fucking delicious and you made it??? he could literally kiss you

eats it really quickly

“so how was it?” you ask

the tupperware it came in is completely scraped clean but he has to look cool ya know

“it was alright. i’m just glad i didn’t have to pretend it was good. you can make food for me whenever from now on.”

also brutally honest when the new recipe kind of sucks. but that’s a good thing sometimes

jotaro kujo (part 4)

will really appreciate you cooking food for him

most days, he eats microwave food or fast food. nothing home-cooked because he barely has the time or skills to cook

whenever he’s eating your cooking, he looks so content and at peace. reminds him of simpler times and happier occasions. and, of course, of his mom.

he sees a lot of her in you sometimes. the way you worry over him or cook his favorite meals whenever he's having a particularly stressful week

jotaro will often watch you while at home, thinking he never deserved such a sweet person.

scenario below!

The signature silenced lemon scent to the air revealed that you had begun washing dishes; the smell was composed of your preferred brand of dish soap and the lemon that accompanied tonight's dinner. Jotaro stood idly at the kitchen island, the important documents that rested in his hands were discarded once his attention focused on his beloved. The brilliance of his aquamarine orbs observed your frame from behind. You were preoccupied with cleaning the dishes from tonight's meal. Jotaro had offered to clean, but you declined the offer. "You work hard! And it's your first night back in two weeks! Don't worry, alright?"

The man could feel his own figure grow lax when taking you in, safe and here with him. Tangible and only a few soft steps away. Not so long ago, he believed that no one deserved the fate of being woven into Jotaro Kujo's life. The life would, no doubt, consist of bizarre events or inexplicable occurrences. No woman, or person for that matter, deserved to be tossed into such an unfortunate but inevitable destiny. Yet, you were here. Willing and eager to dedicate your life to creating a new one with him. The grip on his papers soon tightened while his mind flocked back to the grim thoughts that often swirled within. There was guilt there, he supposed. You knew little to nothing of his work. Yes, the lie he told was that he was a marine biologist and perhaps it was best to keep you ignorant to his true work. He lied to keep you safe. He would be gone for weeks at a time to keep you safe.

The more he told himself this, the less he truly believed it.

Your hums soon filled the quiet space, mingling with the sound of running water to create a perfectly crafted, domestic scene. He blinked back into the present, no longer mulling over the sin that plagued his conscious. Your voice was so lovely and real. The upward twitch of his lips revealed his restless thoughts were quelled for now. The papers were lightly placed against the island of the kitchen. He allowed himself one more look of his lover before springing with animation.

The warmth that pressed against your backside inspired a soft exhale from your lips, breaking the soft melody you allowed to escape. Jotaro brought his features to the crook of your neck while powerful arms found themselves wound tightly around your waist. He embraced you deeply, breathing in the scent that would accompany his beloved. It was oddly intimate and unexpected. He held you as though this was his last. "Jotaro?" You laughed, obviously puzzled by the sudden embrace. He continued to push against you, hoping for you to understand what he meant and what he wanted.

He desired for you to understand just how deeply in love he was and, also, how thankful.

You allowed him this moment of calamity; in his hectic life, intimacy and slow, warm moments such as these were hard to come by. You ghosted your fingers over his knuckles, calloused and hard from years of fighting and neglect. His own breath was released as he felt you return the force, melting against the brawn of his front side without hesitation. The words you suddenly spoke filled him with a warmness comparable to a flame. It inspired his lips to press against your glowing skin and linger, just to prove his love was true.

"I love you too, Jojo."